||[Aug. 11th, 2006|03:18 pm]
'Stoic' and 'Sinister' were adjectives often used to describe this red haired sophomore. Gaara. A demon in all sense of the word. His ominous presence is enough to spook even his siblings.
Half the school is scared of him, the other half...probably haven't been informed of him. But, he is hard to go unnoticed. The events of his past have drifted in and out of the grape vine, and not to mention, have become horribly distorted. He doesn't bother to clear any false, ficticious rumors regarding his past, it would simply be a waste of his time.
Being spoiled and isolated for most of his chilhood would provoke many into thinking that perhaps this deprived demon was rebellious, or simply misunderstood. Oh no. Gaara didn't care for pity or petty gossip. True, he was resentful and apathetic, but he didn't comit himself to any physical harm, contrary to popular belief.
If he did have a heart, he didn't care to know about it.
Trauma. Bi-polar tendancies. Oppositional Defiant Disorder. The latest diagnosis would change from time to time, the psychaitrists have invented several interesting terms to apply to his 'problem'. They were paid well. It was expected of them. After he has gone away, having said nothing, they would shudder and think to themselves, this boy was just dead and empty. There is no 'cure' for him.
He didn't harm himself. But he was nothing short of slightly psychotic. He expressed himself /differently/. Namely his body art. Tattoos decorated areas of his skin not often exposed to the public. Strange symbols, words, pictures...
He doesn't have much of a crowd. He /certainly/ doesn't have any /friends/, what with his trust issues. But he did have aquaintences if you will. People in passing he would acknowledge from time to time.
Sample journal entry:
School is cycle. So I'm barely inclined to have any opinion on it.
Summer had been solitary. No surprises there. Nightly excusions to clubs, bars and the like mean nothing and leave no impressions on my mind.
I'm thinking of getting another tattoo, before going back. Maybe something on my back?
I overheard Temari telling Kankuro that this body art of mine had become an addiction. I suppose she's right. I would decorate my whole body with tattoos if I wanted.
Lately, I feel like an alcoholic suffering withdrawal symptoms. The psychiatrist would love that, wouldn't he? The sadistic little sod. Anything to write me off to the psyche ward.
Not surprising, really.
I'm not on drugs, alcohol has little effect on me and I'm not cutting myself. Though school gossip would relate otherwise.
I'm just sick of this redundancy. Yes. I'm bored.
I think it scares Temari and Kankuro. Its sick how scared they are, they think I'm insane, that I get too emotional or violent over little things.
Ridiculous. I feel trapped here, sick. But I doubt its any better at school. Its as if they want me to be insane...foreboding, just so they can have something to talk about.
Would that bring some semblance of meaning to their pathetic lives?